Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 22:57:22 +0100
From: Gymnopedies
Subject: Family Album - Chapter 16
The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location,
are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit
descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any
actual events.
Gymnopedies June 2005
gym@softhome.net
Family Album - Chapter 16
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Friday's school was a bit of a drag. Being the last day before the summer
break, the teachers made only half-hearted attempts at conducting lessons,
which was perhaps for the best considering that the students were not
exactly at their most receptive. The end of the day really couldn't come
soon enough for Jack. Tonight he would be sharing his room with Mike and he
had the feeling that things might get interesting. And if that wasn't
enough potential excitement, tomorrow Andy would be coming over to take
Jack, Chris, Alex and Alex's friend Jamie to stay at his house in the
country for a couple of weeks, during which time Jack would be sharing a
bedroom with Chris. The sixteen year old didn't even dare let his mind
consider the possible opportunities that might arise from this situation.
The sound of the final bell eventually signalled the end of school and Jack
hurried to the school gates where he had arranged to meet Chris. Already at
the gates, Chris was waving off Tim and Mike who had been collected in the
car by their dad. They were going on home first to pick up their things and
would come over to Jack's house later that evening.
"Had a good day?" Jack asked his brother.
"Ok, I suppose," Chris shrugged. "The teacher's were all pretty cool today,
apart from old Wartface. She had a go at me in front of the whole
class. Said she hoped I was going to do some work over the summer so that I
will have caught up with everyone else by the time we go back. It's not as
if I'm the worst in the class; she just doesn't like me." 'Wartface'
Simmons was Chris' biology teacher. The previous weekend she had almost
succeeded in getting Chris dropped from the school soccer team just before
the most important game of the season.
"I shouldn't worry about it," said Jack. "You probably won't even have her
next year anyway. Besides, remember what I told you; if you get stuck with
anything, let me help you with it."
"I will," Chris nodded. "I promise."
Jack briefly squeezed his brother's shoulder, earning himself a smile, and
the two of them began the short walk home.
Since their chat the previous evening in which Chris had opened up a little
and revealed some of his feelings and insecurities, Jack had noticed a
subtle but definite change in the way the boy behaved towards him. Over the
past year or so they had not exactly drifted apart, that would have been
too strong a description, but they hadn't been especially close, being both
wrapped up in their own interests. Now though, they suddenly seemed much
more at ease with each other than they had been in a long time.
"Looking forwards to going to Andy's?" Jack asked, as they walked along.
"Yeah, it'll be pretty cool," Chris replied. "I hope we can find enough to
do to fill the time though; it sounds pretty isolated where he lives."
"I'm sure we'll be able to think of plenty to do," said Jack. All sorts of
things sprang immediately to mind and most of them involved one or more of
the boys getting naked. Jack decided to keep these ideas to himself.
Alex was already home by the time the two older boys arrived. The youngster
appeared even more hyperactive than usual, unable to contain his excitement
about the coming week. He even managed to spill a glass of water across the
table during their evening meal, earning himself a scowl from his dad and a
sigh from his mom.
"I'm quite looking forwards to having you three out of the way for a
while," said their mother, as she mopped up the mess that Alex had
made. "It'll make a change having the house tidy for more than ten minutes
at a time."
"Mom, what's Rich like?" asked Alex. "You know, Uncle Andy's friend, the
one who lives with him."
The woman stopped her mopping and looked uncomfortable. "Yes, Alex, I know
who Rich is."
"Well what's he like?" Alex persisted. "Uncle Andy didn't say much about
him except that he lives in the same house, and you've never mentioned him
at all."
The boys' mother looked to their father for support but he appeared to be
suddenly extremely interested in the food on his plate. "I've never met
him," she said, eventually, a forced smile on her face. "But I'm sure he's
very nice."
"You'll get to meet him tomorrow," said Jack. "So wait and see." The
sixteen year old knew exactly why their mother was uncomfortable. Rich
wasn't just Andy's house mate, he was also his gay lover. Their mother, of
course, didn't approve of such things. In fact, Andy had revealed during
his telephone conversation with Jack the previous evening that he had had
one devil of a job convincing her to allow the boys to make this trip. She
was worried that they might somehow become 'corrupted'. Jack wondered what
his mother would say if she knew that her eldest son was already well and
truly corrupted and her youngest son, if anything, was even worse.
"I was only asking," said Alex sulkily.
The rest of the meal passed without incident. By the time they had finished
eating, Alex had recovered from his sulk and appeared to have forgotten all
about Rich. This was a relief to Jack, who thought it best to avoid the
subject while their mother was in the vicinity.
After they had finished eating, the brothers went up to their respective
bedrooms to do some packing for their trip. Less than five minutes later,
Jack looked up from putting some clothes in a bag to find Alex standing
watching him.
"Aren't you finished yet?" the youngster asked.
"You mean that you have?" Jack stared at his brother in amazement. "You've
only had a couple of minutes. You can't possibly have finished in that
time."
"I have. Besides, there's no point in me taking all day about it because
Mom will only repack it all for me anyway."
"She wouldn't do that if you made a good job of it in the first place,"
said Jack. "You need to show her that you can take care of things like that
for yourself and then she won't interfere so much next time." He gave a
sigh. "Hang on a minute until I've done mine and I'll come in and give you
a hand."
By the time Jack had taken care of his own packing and repacked Alex's
abortive attempt, Mike and Tim had arrived. Chris was chatting to them in
the hallway as Jack made his way down the stairs.
"Hi, guys," said Jack. "How ya doing?"
"Oh, hi Jack," said Tim. "Ready to have some fun?"
"I'm always ready for that," Jack replied. Mike, who was standing behind
Tim, smiled shyly and quickly looked away.
"Thanks for agreeing to let my dorky brother share your room," said Tim. "I
hope he doesn't keep you awake with his muttering."
When Jack looked puzzled, Mike shook his head. "Take no notice of him. He
keeps telling me I mutter in my sleep, but he's just making it up."
"We'll see," said Tim. "You don't believe me, so maybe you'll believe
Jack. Just ask him in the morning."
"If he's muttering in his sleep he won't have to wait until morning to hear
about it," laughed Jack. "I'll wake him up and tell him there and
then. Bring your stuff up, Mike. You can put it straight into my room out
of the way."
Once sleeping bags and night gear were safely stowed in the bedrooms, Jack,
Chris, Alex and the twins settled down in the lounge to watch some
movies. Jack's parents kept themselves out of the way, his mom just popping
in occasionally to ask them if they wanted anything to eat or drink, or to
tell them to turn down the volume on the TV when it became too noisy. As
the time reached 10.30 she put her head around the door to tell Alex it was
time he was going to bed.
"Aw, Mom, it's not fair," Alex moaned. "Why is it OK for everyone else to
stay up late but not me?"
"Don't play up, Alex," his mother warned. "I've already let you stay up
later than usual. You need to be up early in the morning to make sure
you're ready to go when your Uncle Andrew arrives. Unless of course you've
changed your mind and decided to not to go after all."
Alex was sitting on the floor between Jack's legs and the older boy bent
forwards to whisper in the youngster's ear.
"Go on up and I'll come in and see you in a few minutes."
Jack's offer seemed to do the trick. At least partially mollified, Alex
forced himself to his feet. He said goodnight to everyone and followed his
mother.
After Alex's departure, Mike who was also sitting on the floor, shuffled
closer to Jack until he was pressed right up against one of Jack's
legs. The older boy certainly wasn't about to complain about this close
contact and considered getting down onto the floor himself but was afraid
such a move might look a little obvious and draw Chris' or Tim's
attention. Instead he satisfied himself with surreptitiously moving his
hand onto Mike's shoulder and lightly brushing the soft skin of the boy's
neck with his fingertips. Mike looked back and gave Jack a shy smile.
The sixteen year old could hardly wait for the movie to finish and bedtime
to come. Even though he knew Mike was nervous when it came to sexual
matters and wanted to take things slowly, Jack was sure that sharing his
room with the boy would at the very least enable him to see the youngster
naked and maybe they might even get to do a little bit of touching.
Jack glanced at his watch. It had been about fifteen minutes since Alex had
gone up to bed; enough time for the boy to get undressed and into his
night-clothes. The older teen got to his feet, giving Mike's shoulder a
gentle squeeze in the process. "I've got to go upstairs a minute," he
explained.
Chris glanced around and nodded and Tim muttered something about needing to
go up himself to pee but waiting until the end of the movie.
Upstairs, Jack tapped softly on Alex's bedroom door and slipped
inside. Alex's room was tiny; barely big enough for the bed and the set of
drawers which were pushed up against one wall. There was also a small built
in closet in the corner. The door of the closet stood open allowing various
items of clothing and other things to spill out into the room; Alex wasn't
the tidiest of the three brothers.
Alex lay in bed reading a comic book. He was wearing his Spiderman PJs. He
lay the comic aside and looked up, grinning, as Jack entered.
"Time you were getting some sleep," said Jack, sitting down on the edge of
the bed.
"I suppose. I can't wait for tomorrow. Staying with Uncle Andy is going to
be so cool. And I'll be sharing a room with Jamie so we'll have loads of
time to play around. I don't suppose I'll be able to sleep with you
though." Alex gave a sad frown.
"I shouldn't think so," Jack laughed. "I'll be sharing with Chris and he
might be a bit surprised if he woke up in the morning and found me and you
in bed together."
"I guess. I really liked it when we slept together in the same bed
though. It was nice being squashed right up together."
Jack nodded. He had to agree that it was a nice feeling being cuddled up to
someone he cared about, but at the same time, the two of them squashed up
together in Jack's small single bed had not always been particularly
conformable. "I'm sure there'll be other chances for us to sleep together,"
he said.
"I hope so," said Alex. A mischievous twinkle entered his eyes. "I'm too
hot. Will you take my PJs off for me?"
"If you want," said Jack. "But why did you bother putting them on? It is
warm tonight. Wouldn't you have been better in just some shorts of
something?"
"I put them on because Mom said I should. I always put them on until she's
been in to say goodnight, then I usually take them off again. I like to
sleep with nothing on."
Helping the boy get naked was a request that Jack could hardly turn
down. "Lean forwards," he said, with a smile, taking hold the bottom of his
brother's PJ top. Slowly he lifted the garment up and off, revealing the
boy's smooth torso.
Now bare from the waist up, Alex lay back on the bed, his arms resting at
his sides, the bedclothes just coming up to the base of his stomach. Jack
couldn't resist laying his hand on the boy's chest, caressing the soft warm
skin. Alex closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.
"You like that?" Jack asked.
"Uh-huh," Alex murmured.
For the next few minutes Jack continued the slow, gentle massage of Alex's
upper body, watching the boy become gradually more relaxed and listening to
his breathing deepen. Just as the older boy thought that his brother was
drifting off to sleep, the youngster forced his eyes open.
"Aren't you going take off my bottoms?" Alex's voice was little more than a
mumble, as if forming the words was too much trouble.
"I don't think so, not tonight, Alex," Jack replied, softly "Get some
sleep; there'll be plenty of chances to have some fun over this next week.
Alex gave an incoherent murmur, then gave up the fight and allowed his
drooping eyelids to close.
Jack pulled the bed clothes up over the boy's chest and kissed him on the
forehead before turning out the light and leaving his brother to sleep.
Out on the landing, Jack met Chris and the twins who were just coming up
the stairs.
"The movie finished and we decided it was time to turn in," Chris
explained. "Tim says his dad is coming by to pick them up at about eight in
the morning, so we'll have to be up pretty early.
"Suits me," said Jack, with a shrug. "I was feeling a bit tired anyway."
This wasn't really true, but the sooner everyone went to bed, the sooner he
would be alone with Mike. He opened his bedroom door and stepped inside,
holding the door open for Mike to follow. Chris and Tim disappeared into
Chris' room.
"I guess it's going to be a bit of a fight for the bathroom," Jack
observed. "I think I'll go get in there first if you don't mind. I'm
bursting to pee."
"Sure go ahead," said Mike. "I'll be getting changed for bed."
"Oh, ok." Jack would have preferred to hang around and watch Mike undress,
but the pressure in his bladder was getting uncomfortable and he wanted to
get into the bathroom before Chris or Tim beat him to it.
Luckily for the sixteen year old, the bathroom was empty and he was able to
relieve himself without interruption. Feeling more comfortable, he quickly
washed his hands and began to clean his teeth. However, he'd only just
started brushing when there was an urgent rap on the bathroom door.
"Jack, that you in there?" It was Tim's voice. "You going to be long, I
need the loo?"
His toothbrush still in his mouth, Jack stepped across to the door and took
off the bolt. He pulled the door open to find Tim standing there with his
legs crossed and a pained expression on his face.
"Thanks dude, I really do need to go." Without waiting for an invitation,
Tim pushed his way passed Jack, pulled down his zip and gave a sigh of
relief as he released the golden stream into the toilet bowl.
"Don't mind me," Jack muttered good-naturedly, around his toothbrush. He
returned to the washbasin and resumed his brushing. Though he couldn't
resist glancing to the side where, just a couple of feet away, Tim stood
with his penis held between his fingers apparently not in the least bit
uncomfortable with the fact that his best friend's older brother was
watching him pee.
"That feels good. I couldn't have held on much longer," said Tim, shaking
off the last drops and stuffing his dick back into his jeans. "Thanks,
Jack, I'll let you finish off and come back when you're done."
"No problem," Jack replied, with a foamy grin.
Back in the bedroom, Mike had changed into T-shirt and shorts and was
sitting on the edge of Jack's bed with his toothbrush and toothpaste in his
hand waiting for his turn in the bathroom.
"It's empty at the moment," said Jack. "Better be quick before one of the
others beats you to it."
After Mike had gone, Jack began pulling off his own clothes ready for
bed. He really hoped something was going to happen between himself and
Mike, but wasn't sure about the best way to approach it. The thirteen year
old claimed that he had enjoyed what they had done together during their
previous session, in spite of his abrupt departure afterwards, and had even
hinted that he might be willing to do more stuff. But he had appeared a
little nervous, and the last thing Jack wanted was to make the boy feel
uncomfortable by pushing too hard.
Once stripped down to his shorts, Jack turned off the main light, leaving
the room lit only by the much softer glow of the bedside lamp, before
laying back on his bed and picking up a book. A couple of minutes later
Mike returned.
"All done?" Jack asked, glancing up.
"Yeah I think so. Chris followed me in." Mike knelt beside his sleeping bag
which was laid out beside Jack's bed and opened the zip.
"Hope you're not too uncomfortable, sleeping on the floor," said Jack,
frowning.
"I'll be fine," Mike replied. "We always have to sleep on the floor when we
go stay with my cousin, so I'm used to it."
"Pity I don't have a bigger bed. If I'd had a bit more room we could have
shared. It'd be a bit of a squeeze in this one though."
Mike gave a smile. "I've had to share a double with Tim a couple of times
and we always end up fighting about who is taking up the most space." He
left the sleeping bag open and sat down on the edge of the bed. "What are
you reading?"
"It's called 'The Book of Skulls'."
"Sounds creepy."
"It's not really. Four guys go into the desert searching for some secret
society that will let two of them live forever. It's pretty good. There's
even some sex between some of the guys."
"There is?" Mike's eyes widened.
"Yeah. I'm nearly done with it. You can borrow it later if you like."
"Thanks." A slightly uncomfortable silence descended. Mike looked at Jack,
and then lowered his eyes. "I guess I'd better be getting into bed."
"If you want," said Jack. Taking a gamble, he moved his hand, resting it on
the boy's bare leg just above the knee. Except for a possible slight
tensing of the muscles around his shoulders, Mike didn't react. Very
slowly, Jack began moving his fingertips in tiny circular movements. "It's
warm tonight," he said, trying to make his voice sound casual. "What do you
wear in bed at home?"
"Usually just shorts," Mike replied.
"So the shirt is for my benefit then?" Jack smiled. His fingers were still
moving in small circles, but very gradually they were working their way up
from Mike's knee onto his thigh.
"I guess," said Mike, with a shy smile. He hesitated a moment then tugging
it out of his shorts, he pulled it over his head and dropped it onto the
floor. He absently stroked his hand across his bare chest.
Jack could feel his heart beating faster. After a brief glance at the boy's
smooth, lightly muscled torso, he fixed his eyes on the thirteen year old's
cute face. Mike was obviously nervous and Jack watched the young teen's
eyes for any sign that he had crossed into forbidden territory. Jack's hand
was by now well up Mike's thigh, the backs of his fingers brushing the
against cotton leg hole of the boy's shorts.
Mike swallowed visibly, rigidly meeting Jack's stare as if determined not
to look down at what was happening near his groin.
"If you want me to stop, you only have to say," Jack whispered, silently
praying that Mike wouldn't pull out now. The older boy's heart was pounding
so hard that he wondered that it didn't burst out of his chest. His
fingertips were stroking the velvety skin of Mike's inner thigh. He held
his breath as he moved upwards, a millimetre at a time.
"Oh, God," Mike muttered. A moment later Jack's fingers touched his balls
and the youngster closed his eyes tightly drawing in a deep, ragged breath.
"Oh, Mike," sighed Jack. Having made their first contact, the older boy's
questing fingers now moved faster, seeking out and encircling the hard
flesh of Mike's swollen cock. Though this wasn't the first time that Jack
had held the twin's aroused organ in his hand, there was an erotic tension
about this situation that made it feel new and special and Jack knew he
would remember this moment for a very long time. There was an electricity
about this contact that he hadn't felt in any of his previous encounters.
"You OK?" Jack asked, his voice shaking.
"Yeah." Mike nodded his head then nervously licked his lips.
Inside Mike's shorts, Jack began to slide his hand up down and the rigid
shaft. Each time he reached the top he'd rub his thumb across the engorged
head, which very quickly became sticky with precum. Then he'd move back
down, caressing every centimetre of the boy's erection and briefly stroking
across his adolescent balls before starting the journey upwards again. Jack
wanted to ask the boy to remove his shorts, but he didn't want to risk
losing the magic of the moment and so he was content to continue his slow,
hidden masturbation.
For his part, Mike appeared to be in some sort of dreamlike state. He sat
without speaking, his eyes glued to the rising and falling bulge in his
shorts, occasionally giving a soft gasp or groan.
Very gradually, Jack increased the tempo of his stroking. He squeezed the
shaft a little more firmly and spent more time stroking across the head as
he'd noticed that this is what caused the younger boy to groan the most. At
the same time he'd slid his other hand under the waistband of his own
shorts and taken hold of his own throbbing tool. His eyes examined Mike's
face intently and he wondered why he'd never noticed before just how
attractive the boy was. He'd always thought Mike and Tim were cute, but
tonight he seemed to be seeing Mike in a new light. He felt a fluttering in
his stomach as he stared at the youngster's features, taking in his smooth,
unblemished face, his small nose with its light sprinkling of barely
visible freckles, his large brown eyes and his long, dark lashes. Jack felt
a sudden affection for the boy that went beyond anything he had felt
before. He could hardly believe that he had this boy's cock in his hand.
As Jack had increased the pace, so Mike's breathing had become faster,
deepening as a light flush appeared on his face and upper body. He held his
bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes still down on his crotch. Suddenly
he gave a loud gasp. "Jack, I think I'm going to shoot," he muttered,
urgently, looking up to meet the older boy's gaze. He placed is hand on the
front of his shorts as if trying to stop Jack from taking him over the
edge, but it was done without conviction, there no effort went into it.
Jack ignored Mike's hand, increasing his pace still further. As he stroked
the boy's dick up and down he also pulled it from side to side, knowing
that this would cause the sensitive, well lubricated head to brush against
the relatively rough cotton on the inside of his shorts.
Mike's jaw dropped open and he gave a soft, low whine. His eyes now looked
at Jack with something approaching panic, though the hand on the front of
his shorts was still just resting there lightly, making no real effort to
stop the older boy.
"Let it go," Jack hissed. "Don't fight it." He was now pumping away as fast
he could. His wrist ached from the unnatural angle, but there was no way he
was about to stop now.
"Argh!" Mike gave a pained cry and his cock started to throb in Jack's
fist. "Oh, shit!" His hand flew to the waistband of his shorts as though
intending to pull them off, out of the way, but it was far too late for
that. As his hand fumbled in a futile attempt to remove the garment he
collapsed backwards across Jack's legs, his hips thrusting upwards.
A hot, sticky, wetness filled the youngster's shorts, covering Jack's
fingers. The older boy continued to pump wildly, the cock in his hand
pulsing madly. Only when Mike's moans began to subside did he start to ease
off, coming to a halt. He gave the boy a final affectionate squeeze before
reluctantly withdrawing his hand, now slimy with boy-juice.
While Mike lay back, panting, Jack quickly pushed down the front of his own
shorts just enough to free his painfully swollen erection and smeared the
stickiness from his fingers along the length of his own shaft. Using it as
a lubricant, he began quickly jerking himself. The knowledge that his cock
was slick with Mike's fresh cum added to his excitement; he was already
close to the edge and ready to cum at any moment. "Mike, take your shorts
off," he begged, having to make a big effort to keep his voice down. "Let
me see your dick."
With a nod, Mike lifted his hips and hesitantly peeled down the soiled
shorts, sliding them to his knees before lifting his legs and kicking them
from his feet leaving himself completely naked.
Jack took advantage of the younger boy lifting himself up to free his own
legs, which had been trapped underneath the thirteen year old. Keeping a
firm hold of his own erection, he stood up just long enough to push down
and step out of his own shorts, then climbed back onto the bed, straddling
Mike's thighs. Now he began to jerk himself in earnest, his other hand free
to explore Mike's lower torso, sliding across his tight stomach and down
into his sparse pubes, sticky with beads of cum. His fingers moved lower,
taking hold of the boy's cock, still firm though no longer hard, squeezing
it in his hand. He paused in his stroking of his own tool and rubbed Mike's
cock head against his own, then pushed his cock down, rubbing the crown
over the boy's thin pubes, the slight roughness causing him to gasp in
pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer. His fist pumping frantically up
and down his shaft, he thrust his hips forwards and clenched his teeth to
keep from crying out as long streamers of cum erupted from his swollen tool
to splash down on the boy beneath him. He clenched his arse cheeks and
screwed his eyes shut trying to hold onto the incredible sensations as long
as he possibly could, but seconds later it was over. The intensity of the
orgasm faded away leaving just exhaustion and a relaxed, post-orgasmic
contentment.
A happy smile on his face, Jack opened his eyes, and looked at the younger
boy. Mike was a mess. There were splashes of cum all over the youngster's
stomach, going up nearly as far as the top of his chest. Lower down was
even worse, his cock and pubes were coated with the sperm from both of the
boys.
"Looks like we made a bit of a mess," Jack giggled.
"Yeah." Mike's tone was a little strained. He was smiling, but it appeared
forced.
Instantly Jack sobered up. "You ok?" he asked. "You're not about to bolt
out on me again are you?"
"No, I don't think so. Not without putting some clothes on first anyway."
Mike's smile became more genuine. "It was great. But it was scary as
well. It felt fantastic, but now that it's done I feel guilty, like I've
done something wrong."
"You haven't done anything wrong," said Jack, softly. He lowered himself
down onto the bed until he was lying on his side, next to the boy and
gently stroked his cheek.
Mike turned his head so that his soft, brown eyes were staring straight
into Jack's. "I know," he said. "But it just feels that way."
The closeness and the emotional intimacy of the situation overruled
everything else in Jack's brain and without conscious thought he bent his
head forwards and touched his lips to Mike's. The younger boy momentarily
stiffened, then relaxed and a second later his arms were around Jack's
shoulders pulling the older teen even closer and locking them in a tight
embrace. Jack's lips opened and his tongue pressed up against the other
boy's; moving, rubbing together. Mike tasted of toothpaste, yet at the same
time he tasted warm and soft and sweet; he tasted of Mike, and Jack knew
straight away that he was in love with the flavour.
The kiss went on for ages. When they eventually separated, Jack leaned back
on one elbow, looking down at Mike's face. "Wow!" He couldn't think of
anything else to say. It was the first time he'd really kissed another boy
so passionately. It had been a magical new experience.
Mike lifted his hand and with the backs of his fingers he wiped first on
eye and then the other.
"Are you crying?" Jack asked, immediately concerned. "What's the matter?"
"My eyes were watering, that's all," Mike replied, quickly, a slight quaver
in his voice.
"Yeah, sure." Jack gave a knowing grin. "I think we'd better try and get
cleaned up," he said. He climbed off the bed and grabbed his ever useful
box of tissues from his bedside cabinet. However, it soon became obvious
that the tissues were not going to be enough to do a proper job. Some of
the cum, especially that in Mike's pubes, had dried. Mike didn't have very
many pubic hairs, but the few he did have were now matted together. Jack
decided stronger measures were called for. He pulled on his shorts and
putting his head around his bedroom door to make sure no one was around, he
hurried to the bathroom and returned with a damp towel. This enabled him to
do a much better job and in a couple of minutes he was able to get them
both reasonably cum free. Job done, he returned to towel to the bathroom.
When he got back, Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling a face as
he held up his soiled shorts between his thumb and forefinger.
"I can't put these back on. Looks like I'm going to have to sleep naked
tonight," the youngster observed.
"Now I wish more than ever that my bed were big enough for the two of us,"
Jack grinned. "Just the thought of you sleeping naked beside me is enough
to get me hard all over again."
Mike blushed and dropped the shorts down beside his other clothes. "I'll
sort them out in the morning. Though I don't know how I'm going to explain
them to Mom."
"Tell her they're Tim's," Jack laughed.
"Yeah, that's an idea. She'd probably believe that." Mike joined in the
laughter.
"We'd better get to bed," said Jack. "Give me a quick hug first though." He
slipped his own shorts off again.
The two boys stood up and shyly, Mike stepped forwards. They hugged one
another, their naked bodies pressed together along almost their entire
lengths. Jack noticed that while his cock twitched, the embrace wasn't so
much erotic as incredibly tender. The sixteen year old was aware that he
was experiencing feelings for this boy that he'd never felt for anyone
before. It was something that was going to take some thinking about.
"Night, Jack," said Mike, getting down and climbing into his sleeping bag.
"Yeah, sleep well, Mike," Jack replied. He got into his own bed and turned
out the light. He didn't feel particularly sleepy, but this wasn't a
problem. He was happy to lay there and listen to the soft breathing of the
boy next to him.
End of Chapter 16
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